An Utter Catastrophe

Everyone in the tent couldn’t help but look towards Linley. Without question, Linley was the leader of these Saints.

“Boss!” Bebe called out frantically.

Linley shook his head slightly. “Once we break the agreement, then according to the original text, Desri, the Radiant Church, and the Cult of Shadows will join forces in dealing with us.”

“Why are you afraid of them?” Bebe wrinkled his little nose, and said viciously, “If those Saints come, I’ll eat them alive. What’s more, Boss, Desri probably won’t act against you. He clearly was on our side.”

Desri was indeed on Linley’s side.

“Zassler’s usage of a forbidden spell to summon an army of millions of undead would, without question, result in victory. Desri might not come attack us as a result of us violating the agreement. However, if we act in such a way, we would essentially be destroying Desri’s reputation.”

Desri had given him face. He couldn’t make Desri look bad like that.